Monday, January 25, 2010

Right, so I met with my agent this afternoon to discuss anything and everything pertaining to my career. Business was picking up, she said, which meant I may become busier in the coming weeks. I definitely didn't object. If anything, an uptick in clients would be good for libido and my bank account.

"You and Simone are working together this Friday night," the agent added. "So remember, be at [a specific meet-up point] by six o'clock."

"I have it in my Blackberry," I said. "You know me and punctuality."

"There's something going on with you two, isn't there?"

I had just bitten into my sandwich when the agent said those nine words. Like a teenager who'd returned home past curfew, I played it coy. No, nothing at all. Just friends, actually. Similar interests in books, films, that sort of thing. Nothing for her to be worried about -- goodness, no!

"Julian, stop it," the agent said. "I don't object to it. I just want you to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into."

"What do you mean?"

The agent paused, took a sip of water and then continued. "You have a habit of getting involved with other escorts. Rebecca, now Simone."

I rolled my eyes, wondering if Adam had secretly spoken with my agent. Unlikely, as he works with another agency in another part of town, but still. So, in lieu of acting like a teenage boy any longer, I simply told me agent what I told Adam: That friendships and relationships with other escorts are simply easier for me to maintain.

"I don't have to lie or hide anything," I added. "Surely you understand."

"Of course. But Simone... she's a tricky one. There's a lot about her you don't know."

"Really? Well, feel free to--"

"Actually, I'd rather not. You should really find out for yourself."

It wasn't like my agent to be this cryptic. Normally she either calls, e-mails or texts me the information for my clients. I meet them at a predetermined location, get my money, then have sexual relations with them. I pay my agent her commission on a weekly basis. Other than the occasional lunch, it's not like we see each other all that often.

"Okay, now you're making me worried," I said. "I know you wouldn't have hired Simone if she wasn't safe to be around."

"Of course not. Still, her past... Look, I've said too much already. Oh, and don't worry about the bill. My treat, all right? Just don't tell any of the other girls."

And so we ended it there. Again, I have no idea what the agent was alluding to, and I'm certainly not going to bring it up with Simone. I suppose I'll find out eventually -- perhaps this Friday night, when we meet up for another joint business venture.